The dark God held the girl's wrist and in the blink of an eye, they went to another place where no one was.
Fu Shang flung his hand away.
He didn't manage to shake her off.
“..”
The other party's slender fingers clasped her wrist so tightly that her joints were a little white.
In Fu min's impression, Jun Heng was still the high and mighty heavenly Dao, cold and unfeeling. He would never lose control of his emotions like this.
It was very strange.
Fu Shang wasn't really angry, he was more surprised.
horde, let me go. You're hurting me.
Hearing Fu min's words.
The man's fingers suddenly loosened. Although he was still holding her wrist, it was obvious that the strength had been removed.
"You don't remember me?"
that's right. I don't remember you at all. So, please stop pestering me, will you? " said Fu Shang.
She was quite curious about how this person would react.
The dark God stared at her for two seconds and gave a faint hum.
